Messange in a bottle.
The wanderer learned how to move to different worlds. "Realized that you can run away into some far away places, but some of them are lonely.
- If i ever lose my faith on you.
- i take everything i walk. Said the English man from New York.
- E oh! A fight began.
Fire were comming down from the sky, this time wansn't the Rain king. Was a sorcerer.
-Every littlething she does is magic.
She turn the fields aroun into the fields of gold and took The Wanderer heart as fells into his arms. Now she lies in the fields of gold. The security guard apear, they were never comming home.